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@ziegxer 1.My muse has been abusing alcohol and/or drugs
Painkillers. That was where this whole mess started. Still was the whole mess, mind you but at the time she’d needed them. The giant omnic that terrorized her home had injured her severely, ripping through the flesh over her ribcage. Recovery had been a battle in and of itself, made bearable by the little white pills that now lay scattered across the counter before her. When she realized she was the only survivor from her unit it destroyed her. The people she had spent years training beside all gone in an instant. It was too much for her to bear. How long ago had she used the pills to forget? How much longer could she before the dosage required to feel numb killed her? A dry sob wracked her body as she buried her face in her hands. She didn’t lift her head when the other woman entered the room, too absorbed in her grief to notice anyone was there.
The Exam
@ziegxer liked for a starter Sighing the petite woman fidgeted on the cold metal examination table. She was rather anxious and wasn't sure what to expect, she'd never been to a doctor before. The closest thing to a doctor she experienced was the experimentations done on her by Talon. The woman seemed nice enough, didn't seem like the type that would do anything too sinister to her. But in the back of her mind her memories still haunted her.
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Send ‘🗝’ to have my muse locked and shackled up in your muses basement.
Lucio looked up at the doctor with as much bravado as he could muster, but there was fear behind his eyes. He did not want to show how it terrified him to be trapped underground. Instead he tried for a cocky smirk. His wrists were bloody from all the futile tugging against the metal shackles he had done before the doctor showed up. His eyes were still bloodshot from the tears that he was now stubbornly trying to hold back. His limbs shook uncontrollably despite his finest efforts.
“Hey doc,” He tried to sound calm and confident andnot like he was holding back from losing his shit andfreaking out despite the fact that he could hardly domore than croak out words after all the screaming hehad done before the blonde had walked in, “I gotta tellyou, I am not a fan of your waiting room. The magazinesdown here are horrible.”
“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”
RP starters: Concern.
Jack couldn't help but smile at the scolding he received ( It felt like something of a treat to hear Angela Ziegler curse. Even when it was directed at you.), hissing at the aggressive swat of alcohol soaked cotton on open wounds. She wasn't wrong. Normally careful during mission, there were times when Jack got far more reckless than needed. Going that extra mile to thwart their enemies so long as he felt he had a chance at succeeding in it. Or if he felt that some-one needed to take that chance, no matter the cost. Some failures where burdens too heavy for anyone to carry, so he had to try and prevent them.
“No one else seems to succeed in killing me. I thought I'd give them a hand.”
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Something I am proud of! as prompted by @ziegxer
http://vocaroo.com/i/s1MvX0ViHbNZ
this got cheesy af
but! the message still remains
Whoever you are, whatever you have done, I am proud of you
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Send (・_・;) if you’ve been wanting to interact but have been too shy to try.
whispers i replied to your open starter ilu i see u
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McCree cocked an eyebrow, “So desperate to get me back in the ward that you gotta try and hurt me, huh?” He laughed